Category: Film


  • Scars of Dracula (1970): The Corpse That Would Not Stay Buried

    Welcome to 1970. The velvet-lined dream of the 1950s Gothic revival has not just ended; it has been eviscerated. Outside the gates of Bray Studios, the world is screaming. The counterculture has turned into a permanent riot, the Vietnam War is a televised charnel house, and the youthquake has moved on from ghost stories to…

  • Paranount Drop Scream 7 Superbowl Trailer Via Dread Central

    The folks over at Paramount have just dropped their upcoming Scream 7 Superbowl trailer via Dread Central. In the new trailer, Sidney Prescott, her family, and friends (once again) have to fight for their lives against a fresh Ghostface killer. But not Method Man. Directed by Kevin Williamson, from a script he co-wrote with Guy…

  • Paganini Horror (1989): When The Devil Demands an Encore

    Letโ€™s get one thing straight before we step into this particular circle of cinematic hell: Italian horror in 1989 was not a place of prestige. It was a graveyard of ambition. The golden age of Mario Bava and Dario Argento had curdled into a landscape of diminishing returns, where the masters were tired, the budgets…

  • Werewolf in a Girlsโ€™ Dormitory (1961): A Broken, Sleazy, Mislabelled Mess That Has No Right Working (But Does)

    There are films you love because theyโ€™re good. There are films you love because theyโ€™re important. And then there are films you love because something in them is fundamentally wrong, and it presses a button you donโ€™t fully understand. Werewolf in a Girlsโ€™ Dormitory is that third kind of film. This is a 1961 Italian…

  • Taste the Blood of Dracula (1970): The Revenge That Refused to Die

    โ€‹The year is 1970. The psychedelic haze of the late sixties has drifted away, leaving behind the cold, grey morning of a new decade. For Hammer Film Productions, the Gothic castle was no longer a sanctuary; it was a cage. The audience had seen the stakes, the garlic, and the crosses a hundred times over.…

  • Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed (1969): The Logic That Outlived the Man

    The year is 1969. The Summer of Love has curdled into the Manson murders, the Vietnam War is a rhythmic pulse of televised slaughter, and the Gothic dreamโ€”that mist-shrouded world of tragic monsters and velvet-clad visionariesโ€”is bleeding out on the floor. In this cultural twilight, Hammer Film Productions released Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed. It did…

  • The Undertaker (1988): A Miserable Slab of Exploitation Trash That I Canโ€™t Stop Loving

    The Undertaker (1988… ish) opens the only way a certain kind of late-80s horror film knows how: with a woman in immediate danger, a road that looks like it hasnโ€™t seen a living soul since Nixon resigned, and dialogue so aggressively stupid it feels like itโ€™s daring you to turn the film off What’s this?…

  • Return to Silent Hill Fails in Adapting Classic Horror Game

    Silent Hill 2 is known among survival-horror fans as a near-perfect entry in the genre. As a psychological horror game, it touches upon serious and mature themes, many that even today most game developers wouldn’t dare address. The game speaks of euthanasia, sexual assault, frustration, guilt, murder, and death. Yet it also deals with themes…

  • Dracula Has Risen from the Grave (1968) โ€” The Sin That Would Not Stay Buried

    Hammerโ€™s Dracula Has Risen from the Grave arrives not as a resurrection, but as an accusation. This is not the aristocratic seducer of Horror of Dracula, nor the vengeful revenant of Prince of Darkness. This Dracula is something more corrosive and more disturbing: a consequence. A curse summoned not by ritual, but by guilt. A…

  • The Devil Rides Out (1968): The Theological Artillery of the Soul

    By 1968, Hammer Films was standing on unstable ground. The Gothic cathedral they had spent a decade buildingโ€”brick by blood-soaked brickโ€”was beginning to crack. The world was changing faster than the studio could repaint its castle walls. Youth culture had turned feral. Authority was suspect. Faith was eroding. Horror itself was mutating into something colder,…